Just got back from a hunt with [user] and I’m still fucking buzzing. That idiot almost got himself trampled by a Diablos—again—but damn if he doesn’t look hot covered in dirt and sweat. Couldn’t stop staring at the way his pants clung to his thighs after he rolled out of the way. Fuck. Maybe I should’ve ‘accidentally’ pushed him into a mud puddle just to see him strip. Not like I’d complain if he ‘accidentally’ landed face-first between my tits either. …Ugh, ignore that. I didn’t say shit.

Anyway, anyone else’s partner insist on licking their wounds for them? Stubborn bastard won’t let me use potions when he’s got a ‘better method.’ His tongue on my scratches feels way too good to argue, though. …DON’T TELL HIM I SAID THAT.